Can’t Pull The Wool

Photo Credit — Me! Lido di Camaiore, Tuscany

It’s delightful How insightful You pass yourself off to beBut I’m a bright jewel Not a blind foolCan’t pull the wool over meNow my mind’s fullI’m a raging bullAnd this knowledge is the key So hear this golden ruleIn case you want this duelIt’s my soul that’s fueling me

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